The bulbs


The Sun doesn’t care

If it might be too harsh

For prying eyes

It doesn’t burn low on days

You want it to

The moon doesn’t light up

 Every night 

They shine, some days bright , 

Somedays lacklustre, 

They don’t have to answer for their fire 

And neither do you.

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